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Steamy.

Genre: college au, smut Word count: 2k Pairing: college!Jungkook x reader Warnings: cunnilingus 

Summary: You’re roommates with your older brother, Jimin, who is having some of his friends over and he’s strictly forbade you from hanging out with them; he has a feeling you like one of his friends and he’s avoiding having your presence in the home. Unfortunately for him and good for you, that person in question accidentally walks in on you in your bath.

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This was sooooooo goooood.

one of these nights | dpr ian

word count: 1.1k warnings: kissing. and some suggestiveness/sexual tension. a/n: finally conjured something up. hooray for me breaking a nearly 10 year dry streak of never completing a single fic of this guy?

i'm finding that i'm in no mood to write anything explicit lately (cherry bomb wore me out ok), so this will probably not be what a lot of folks are looking for, but… this was written more for my own self-indulgence than anything else. 🤓 please don’t jump me about a part 2, i don't know whether there will be one or not

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"i'm tired," you say, crossing your arms and leaning your weight against the brick wall behind you. you blink slowly, trying to placate some of your exhaustion and rest your eyes. it's not the most comfortable resting spot, but it's all you have for now until you're back in your heated apartment and in your own bed.

"it should only take him a minute to find his wallet," christian reassures you as he settles himself on the wall opposite to you, knowing how eager you are to get back home. he can't blame you, as the long night is beginning to catch up to him, too.

"i can't believe he lost it in the first place; who the hell does that?" your friend had dashed back in the direction of the restaurant once you all had gotten halfway down the block and he realized he didn't have his wallet. now you are just waiting for him to find it and come back, having ducked into this alleyway to try to get some shelter away from the winter breeze. you wouldn't have gone anywhere near this dim, narrow alley if you were with anyone else, but you trust christian to keep you safe if anything happens. it feels unusual but comforting to be able to trust someone in that way.

christian chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "y'know, i think he was a little too preoccupied flirting with the waitress to keep track of it."

despite your tiredness, you break into giggles at the remembrance of your friend's corny attempts at flirting with lines that seemed to come straight from a poorly-rated romcom.

even after your laughter dies down, your insides pleasantly warmed by the amusement, christian's eyes stay on you—intently watching. when you realize this, you meet his gaze again with a question beginning to form on your lips.

your eyes only have seconds to remain interlocked with each other's before christian is stepping forward in one long stride, his body heat filling your space and his lips capturing yours.

it's completely unexpected. what's more unexpected is the flash of scalding heat that it sends through your body, and the quiet, surprised moan it pulls from you. his lips are warm and unaffected by the cold of the outdoors. strands of his hair tickle your face, and his nose presses against your cheek, the solid metal of his nose ring disrupting the soft touch of his skin on yours.

there are the ghosts of his hands—one at your hip and the other somewhere between the nape of your neck and the side of your jaw—but neither one fully makes contact with your body, just brushing by like he's decided he can't touch you or it might overwhelm him. his mouth parts, and there is the tip of his tongue gliding across the seam of your lips. you are just about to invite him inside, but then there is nothing more.

the kiss ends before you can fully get your bearings within it. christian separates from you and a trail of spit is the only thing left connecting you both, which breaks when he backs away.

"maybe i shouldn't have done that," he says, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. "i'm sorry." you don't know what to say to that.

the unruly breeze is back, changing directions and flooding into the narrow alley, and it makes your lips even colder than they'd otherwise be from the new moisture on them. your entire nervous system feels like it's vibrating within your body—trembling with the desire for more. you want to cross those few feet of space and go to him, meld your bodies together, crush your lips against his, scratch your nails across his back over the smooth leather of his jacket.

you might even like it if he picked you up and pressed your back against that rough brick wall—if you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed his slender waist between your thighs—if you felt his fingertips sink into the flesh of your thighs while his tongue sunk into your mouth.

but your feet stay planted right where they are.

"sorry? you don't have to be sorry. but why did you do it?"

"i just wanted to—for a while now. that's pretty selfish of me, but...fuck." he flips a hand through his hair like he always does; he does it so frequently that sometimes it distracts you from the conversation at hand. in those moments, all you can really think about is the softness of his hair as it slides through your fingers, the few times you’ve touched it before.

now, all you can think about is grasping it more firmly and controlling his movements, bringing his mouth back to yours so you can taste him again.

lost in his thoughts, he bites his lip. the vibrating of your nerves intensifies.

"well, do it again. you could be selfish with me, christian."

there's an expectant pause as you both size each other up, a mutual understanding and desire developing in the silence. christian approaches you again, but slower this time, like he's trying to gauge if you're serious. in seconds, he's right in front of you and breathing your air and staring at you like he is hungry for something only you could give him.

quietly, you reiterate: “take whatever it is that you want. i want you to do that.”

“darling...” his voice sounds deceptively gentle, teasing even though he doesn’t mean for it to be. he whispers to you as if you’re a glass figurine that could disintegrate if he speaks too loudly, even as his tattooed hand presses against the brick beside your head, already enveloping you. leaning in, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and staying there, he says: “do you really want me to—”

"hey! i found it."

you abruptly turn away from christian, looking at your friend who's standing at the entrance of the alleyway and holding his wallet up with triumph. "what are you two doing?" your friend looks at you cluelessly, though realization immediately dawns on him with an embarrassed smile he tries to tamp down.

the moment is shattered; christian's expression breaks into an awkward smile that matches your friend's, and once again the space between you is wider than you'd like for it to be, his arm back at his side. "dude..."

you give a heavy sigh and roll your eyes, suddenly remembering how tired you are. "...nothing. let's go home."

Rintarō Suna x Reader “Just breathe”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @wake-uptoreality @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

Genre: fluff and smut

Words: 1800

The apartment is silent. The couple of six years have been giving each other the cold shoulder for about three days now. Giving each other snappy answers, briefly reacting to what the other has to say and no kisses or touches have been shared between you two.

It all started when you got your period in the morning three days ago, the pain and your low energy matching your moodiness. Suna knows he should always watch what he says and does during that time, but to be honest, he had quite a shitty day as well.

Shitty blocks, lots of yelling from the coach and twisting his ankle in a bad way have completely ruined the Middle Blocker’s day at practice. He just wanted to get home to you, hug you tight and you whispering comfort in his ear that everything is going to be okay was all he wanted. Instead, as soon as he stepped through the front door of your apartment he could already tell something was up with you. You were standing in the kitchen and you didn’t even greet Suna when he appeared in your vision. He sees that you have a grumpy look on your beautiful face, which already brings his bad mood even more down.

So he can’t believe he dares to ask what’s wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”, you snap at him.

Suna huffs out an annoyed sigh and just leaves the kitchen to go to the bathroom to take a shower.

You continue to make dinner for you and Suna and your cramps are killing you. Turning down the heat a little bit, you walk towards your bathroom and you can hear the sound of the shower running.

Entering the bathroom, the steam hits you immediately and you open up the cabinet to take some Paracetamol to hopefully relieve your pain level a little bit.

The brown-haired pro volleyball player exits the shower and sees you taking some pain meds. Grabbing a fluffy towel from the heater against the wall he wraps it around his waist.

“Baby, why are you taking Paracetamol? Are you okay?”, your boyfriend asks worryingly while drying his hair with a smaller towel.

“No, obviously I am not fine, otherwise I wouldn’t be taking this.” Popping two pills into your hand, you make your way back to the kitchen.

Fed up with your attitude, he now reaches his limit and snaps back.

“Okay, you know what? Fine. Be that way. I was just trying to help.” He calls after you.

Hearing that, you can feel your frustration rising, making your blood boil in anger.

“Great help stating the obvious Rintarō. I feel so much better already.”, spitting venom at him, you only add fuel to the fire.

“What is your problem woman? Did I do anything to upset you?” He frantically asks, quickly pulling a fresh shirt over his toned body as he rejoins you in the kitchen.

As you drain the ramen noodles from the water in the pot, you decide to ignore him.

“(Y/N)! You’re gonna give me an answer or??”

“I am not in the mood Rin! Would you just leave me alone and freaking drop it?!”

Suna gives you one last look before scoffing and shaking his head at your childish behavior.

“When you are done being a childish brat, I am ready to talk.” Grabbing his phone he lays down on the couch and puts on American Horror Story. Opening his phone, he opens TikTok and watches some videos to try to calm himself down.

You finish making dinner, but don’t call your boyfriend over. Taking your bowl to the small table near the living room you sit down and start eating alone.

‘Screw him. He can make his own dinner.’, you think to yourself while angrily stabbing the poor chicken in your Ramen bowl before putting it in your mouth.

You hear the distant noise of the TV in the living room but don’t join him.

And this is how it’s been going on for the last two days. You both come home, don’t talk to each other, and don’t eat together but still go to bed together with a great distance between your bodies. Too stubborn to talk to each other, neither of you wants to start to apologize even though it’s you who started it in the first place.

And now. Here you both are.

Still no talking, just passive aggressiveness remaining in the air.

It’s Saturday and both you and Suna have this weekend off. Suna has been forced to take leave because of his bad performance lately at practice and was told not to show his face until he grew some balls and talked things out with you.

Suna is currently sitting in front of your shared couch on the floor, playing Insurgency on his PS4.

A frown decorates his face as he watches you wipe down the entertainment system, constantly blocking his view from the TV.

“Could you maybe do that later? I am trying to focus on the game.” His first words to you, after not talking for three days.

“No.”, you simply say, continuing to wipe off the dust.

Suna inhales deeply because his patience has run out.

He gets up and walks in your direction with quick steps.

You turn around and glare up at his towering figure, not being intimidated by his height in the slightest.

“You want to say that again you little brat?”, he whispers in a dangerous tone as he leans in a little bit, his warm breath hitting your face.

You lean closer to him, lips now only inches apart.

“Want me to spell it out for you? I said NO. N-O.” Your form reminds Suna of a rattlesnake. It’s like he can almost hear your tail rattling in anger, ready to put your fangs into your enemy.

Instead of your fangs, you close the gap between the two of you, clashing your mouth angrily and with force against his.

Tongues battling for dominance, Suna easily wins it.

Your hands travel up to his short, dark-brown hair, harshly tugging on it, as your fingers thread through his thick locks.

Completely enraptured in pleasure, your frustrations begin to falter and Suna moans heavily into your mouth when he feels your nails scratching the skin on his head.

The Middle Blocker‘s hands forcefully grab your hips pulling you back and you can only follow him blindly while still having his tongue down your throat.

Turning you around quickly, he pushes you against the hallway wall in a haste, almost knocking out the air in your lungs with the amount of force your boyfriend uses against you.

Your arms wrap around his strong neck and pull yourself up a little bit to rub your front against his.

Both of you break apart for some air, and a string of saliva connects your wet lips.

Suna‘s grayish-yellow lust-blown eyes meet your own, breathing heavily as he stares down at you.

He smirks cockily, grinding his hips against your own, making you gasp.

Nuzzling his face into your tender neck, he places hot kisses down your neck, gently biting it in between. Grabbing his shoulders in anticipation, you try to pull him closer to you.

“Guess I‘ll have to show you how a good girl should behave.“ He purrs into your neck, kissing it softly.

You grin at his words, fingers finding his face and you drag him up again to look at you.

His eyes follow your tongue as you lick your lips, turning him on even more.

“Then you better put on your best performance.“

Suna‘s eyes widen at your demand, shining in an exciting gleam.

Lifting you, like you weigh nothing, he makes his way toward your shared bedroom.

Entering it, he closes the door with the back of his foot and drops you on the bed, letting the magic happen.

Spoiler alert, you end up winning this fight.

~ Five steamy rounds later ~

Suna thrusts into you one last time, before reaching his limit, filling you up with his cum.

His head is spinning, sweat is dripping down his face and he groans loudly in pleasure.

Suna is not going to lie, his body feels beyond exhaustion, like he worked out for 5 hours straight.

Panting heavily he drops beside you with a huff, trying to catch his breath.

“Just breathe, it’s not that hard.“ You tease him as your hand lays on his naked glistening chest.

Feeling each breath he takes, you feel proud for tiring your lover out.

Sharp eyes snapping to you, he glares at you in disbelief, still trying to catch his breath.

“Easy for you to say.“ He starts.

“You‘re not the one who just worked his ass off five times.“

Giggling at his answer, you lay your upper body over his, making him grunt. Nonetheless, he wraps his arm around your body to pull you closer to him.

You put your head over his chest, right above his heart and you can hear his fast heartbeat slowing down.

Fingers tracing little circles on his toned abdomen, you look at his face.

His eyes are closed and you can feel him relax by your touch.

“Rin?“ You whisper.

“Hm?“ He replies, while still having his eyes closed.

“I am sorry for my behavior.“ You apologize.

He lazily opens one of his eyes to gaze at you with a raised thin eyebrow of his.

All of sudden, he starts to sit up, making you frown in confusion by his action. Moving off of him, you continue to watch him.

He bends down to the side of the bed to reach his neglected shorts, to pull out his phone out of his pocket.

Still very confused, you watch him as he lays back down next to you again and unlocks his phone.

Holding it near you, you can see he has his voice recorder app on.

“Please repeat what you just said.“ While glancing at you with teasing eyes and mischievous smile.

You just stare at him for a few seconds, blindly reaching for a pillow and you start hitting him with it.

Suna starts laughing loudly, easily blocking your hits.

Come on, he does it professionally every day.

You’re both glad though, you made peace in the most easy way, letting your frustrations out during sex.

Nail and bite marks cover you and your boyfriend’s skins, limbs are heavy and you don’t even want to start with the amount of hickeys decorating your neck, breasts and thighs.

Six years are a long time to be together and even with the most petty fights, you both always manage to come back to each other, giving a 100% into your relationship and you wouldn’t want it any other way.

*stares at Mikey with a smirk* hmmmm. If I say yes, I bet your body would go in heat within seconds. I certainly would love that. *giggles* @the-four-terrapins

*sees Mikey Following me* I can see you behind that blueberry bush ya goof. *raises an eyebrow*

Michelangelo stepped over the bush, “I can’t wait for summer. These bad boys will be over flowing with goodness and I can start making my blueberry cobbler from scratch again.” His feet scrunched in the snow of the late winter thaw. “What brings ya by sugarloaf?”

Writing Prompt

Person A, the dom, and person B, the bottom, sit on the bed together. A is shirtless and lying on their stomach and they ask B to scratch their back and B, like a good partner they are, they fulfill the request but the end up scratching a little too hard and draw blood. A does not mind and tells them to continue while biting their lip and B notices and goes :

‘Oh yeah? You like that, you kinky bastard?’ And climbs on A’s back, right above their ass with their legs on each side of A’s body. They continue scratching and not only that but they trace little patterns on A’s back and kiss them here and there, licking and leaving traces behind, all these while moving their hips back and forth. After a few minutes of teasing them, B suddently stops and A whines.

‘Why’d you stop?

‘Because I wanted to. What are you going to do huh?’

‘If I were you, I would shut up.’

‘Heh. Make me, you horny idiot.’

A smirks and gets B off of them and pins them on the mattress and stay on top of B, biting their lips seductively. B blushes and their body temperature keeps rising, the desire to kiss A growing by the second when they keep looking that hot. A loweres themselves and catches B’s lips into a painfully slow kiss, biting their lips and tasting their s/o like it was the first time then broke the kiss with a smile on theor face.

‘You really want me to make you shut up, love? Because I have plenty of ways to and I would be delighted to show you those ways.’

‘I’d be glad if you showed them to me, dear.’

‘Oh you are in for a treat. At least I am.’

[NSFW!!] Sweeney Todd x Reader (Smut) | You Will Learn

Tagged: @willymywonkers​

"Come in."

    The barber of Fleet Street, Sweeney Todd. His mind worked wonders, the way he was. Or so they say. The man, always in this shack of a store, offered countless sharp hands to the filthy men of London without hesitation. Almost as though there was nothing else to do. Almost as though it was his only purpose.

    It was the grime and the stench and the creaking of the store that had unsettled you no more than the barber himself. Though, embarrassingly, your mind had torn between the wonders of somehow stealing these "friends" he had asked you to sharpen, and complacently stroking his ivory streak of hair. Indeed, he was enigmatic and sometimes smelled terrible, but none of this had stopped your frequent visits to the infamous pie shop – including Mrs. Lovett, who was externally polite, though at times you sensed there might have been envy.

    The floorboards creaked with your weight as you apprehensively entered the attic. This was strangely only the fourth time you'd been in the musty room; most hours were spent downstairs attending pies. And, oh, how it reeked. It was beyond you how it never bothered anyone else.

    Mr. Sweeney Todd was slumped in his signature chair, legs wide apart. His pale demeanour wore a scowl that might as well be permanent. The moment he noticed the case in your hands, his gaze widened in relief, and your heart began to jog as he approached the same rounded table you were headed for. Creaking floorboards and all.

    One caught stare running along his colourless hands and arms would have you dead. But thankfully, as though in a trance, the barber unclipped the case and studied those glistening and fatal blades. His bagged eyes, however... An even more dead aura; perhaps hadn't seen sleep in a day.

    There it was. Mr. Todd caught your eyes on him, brows furrowed (rather attractively, you thought shamefully).

    Then he flashed you a toothy grin. "There're only a few in this pathetic and shitty world who I'd trust to tend my friends..."

    Your heart skipped a beat at the honourable compliment. Perhaps the most strange response fell out of your mouth as you let out a timid chuckle: "Rest assured they're always handled well, Mr Todd. They're quite an interest."

    "Sweeney," he corrected. Within a second, he was back to being immersed in his world of silver. A slender finger ran across the edges slowly, so romantically. It was quite daring to imagine those same actions on your skin. So obscene, so obscene...

    Then you gasped. Paralysed.

    Sweeney had suddenly tickled your neck with one of those friends of his. It was cold and numbing and pressed against the wild thumping of your throat. Whether it was already digging into your skin or not was downright impossible to tell. He grinned sickly, fatigued features quite visible.

    Then the barber withdrew his razor.

    "Not to worry, my love. Violence has no use settling for such tenderness. You will learn when it does."

    You burst out panting as he returned the blade to his case. The rise and fall of your chest was so drastic you held a hand on your heart. There was his enigma. And then there was more than a hint of sadism to him.

    Click, went the case.

    Sweeney wrung his hands behind his back and began to pace somewhere behind you. It was clear that some sort of malicious intent was behind those eyes that felt glued to you. And intelligently, you chose not to return the gaze. Who could dare to imagine the outcome of this situation? The silence was nothing but tension-inducing.

    And then you felt a hot breath caress your nape.

    Sweeney, with such directness, had reached from behind you to trace the small mark his blade had left with his long and white finger.

    “I hope your skin’s not too damaged…”

    You dared not face him in hopes of your lust being undiscovered, and held your breath. Uncalled for, this was. It was simply too much for your lungs to handle.

    The barber's hand left your neck, and soon enough, had made its return to your waist. It was both hands now. Sliding down your corset so leisurely.

    "You will learn..." Sweeney breathed into your ear.

    The rushes sent down your body were indescribable; Sweeney had groped your torso from behind almost forcefully, urging his own to press against yours. Even the growing hardness of his crotch dug into your lower back. You swung your head back in satisfaction.

    It was too easy to give in to the daze.

    However...

    You couldn't.

    You briskly spun around, forcing a firm grip onto both of his slow wrists to stop his mesmerising motions.

    "I should get going, sir – Mr. Todd. Sweeney."

    "Oh, come on, love. It's consensual." Another toothy, wicked grin.

    "Not until I say yes."

    "You just did, love."

    You were beat. You felt your expression soften, returning to that careless daze. It was way too easy to give in. Damn this lust...

    Eyeing your submission, Sweeney, effortlessly, was able to wriggle his arms out of your grip. He swivelled your shoulders around forcefully, his aim once again your neck. With one arm locking your waist and the other around your neck, the barber was consistent in sloppy and aggressive barely-kisses to your jaw. A bite, even, to the ear.

    Heavy breathing became too immense and audible that nothing came as a surprise, especially when Sweeney shoved you onto the table, smashing your breasts against the wood. He didn't seem to notice that this knocked his beloved friends to the floor.

    With the help of Sweeney, you flipped the other way around so that, finally, you and the barber were face-to-face, noses less than an inch apart.

    "Miss [S/N]," he grunted, full of pleasure. "I've been waiting for this moment the day you stepped into the store."

    "Like...wise," you muttered.

    And then you dived in for a wet, heavy kiss, where the only sound was sucking and popping and breathing. His taste happened to also be ... indescribable. For the moment, it was as though your head had clogged up any thought and all matter around you had evaporated. For a moment, it was as though you two were the only ones to exist. The constant exhales and pounding of hearts and kissing sent swarming butterflies to your stomach. His manhood, even, was poking through your dress.

     The trance did not break, though the kiss did. Sweeney’s eyes remained on you, invading your soul, as he slid his palms down your bare chest and onto the frilly neckline of your dress. With great strength, he tore the bodice open and lowered his face to trace his tongue on your collarbone and further down. 

    “Sweeney…” You ran your hand through the bristly bush of his hair and heard him mutter something along the lines of ‘supple’ and ‘skin’. The comfort of his face and those sideburns was awfully dream-like. You were certain that now, Sweeney was planting those teenage kind of love-bruises on your skin, for his teeth were subtly getting involved.

    And it was at this point you were feeling far too submissive. Hastily, you thrust your arms into his chest to drive him toward a long, wooden box beside the door, where his bum hit the edge. His demeanour questioned you with slightly-raised eyebrows, but nonetheless was willing to give in. As you haphazardly wriggled out of your dress and undid your corset in a speedy fashion, Sweeney could not keep his wet lips off of yours. He, too, aggressively pulled his pants down and synced his sonorous exhales with yours. 

    “Violence...” Sweeney quietly mused once you were fully bare, “...pursues.”

    Again, the barber flipped you around so that, willingly, you leaned on the box with your back towards him. His white hands peeked and snaked around your neck again, this time holding a tighter grip. Sweeney had only just entered you.

    And, lord, was he huge.

    You moaned shamelessly when he emitted the burning pain inside you. A hand clutched at your hip and the other pulling your hair. It was with rhythm the two of you now moved. Painfully, in and out, in and out. Then the pulse became seamless. Intense, but seamless; endless banging to the end of your canal. Your dainty wrists were folded on the wood. Your neck struggled to breathe freely. At the very moment, though, the bad pain was numb. And the good pain was sensational. Altogether, his member and grip was enough to seem dream-like, and his low groans were music to your ears.

    Then, his hips swung faster.

    And faster.

    You could feel him beginning to shake, to spasm. His hands were everywhere on you now. Your ass, your jaw, your spine, your torso. But he kept going, until suddenly–

    Sweeney growled as he plopped out of you, releasing himself all over your bare back.

    Immediately, thighs knocking against each other, you spun around to face him, grabbing his jaw with both hands to kiss him. He grunted even more at this, still fazed by his own orgasm.

    The fluids on your back didn’t matter. You and the barber were all over each other, lips wetter by the second, actions heavier by the second. All it was was kissing and grunting…

    Then–

    Thump, thump.

    Hurried footsteps were approaching outside. Your heart fell to the floor, running twice the hasty speed it already was.

    Sweeney himself was alarmed, a drastic reaction finally flushing onto his face; he met your glance worriedly.

    Where, where, where would you hide?

    Any second now, the intruder would burst open the door.

    You hopped up from the wooden box's lid, ready to insert yourself into its filth when Sweeney hissed as he yanked his trousers back up.

    "No." Awful for your supple skin, perhaps? "Behind it! You'll fit."

    And you did. Painfully, your back resembled an arch, head bowed down.

    Then a creaking door was heard.

    "Are you alright, Mr. Todd?" Mrs Lovett. Of course. "Thought I heard something strange up here. You wasn't ... banging anything, were you? In a craze, or..."

    Mentally, you scoffed. Yes, he indeed was banging something.

    A denied shuffle of footsteps.

    "Don't." Sweeney's demand was in such a low tone.

    "Mr. Todd..."

    "Mrs. Lovett?"

    Silence.

    "Good night, Mr. T."

    "'Til tomorrow, Mrs. Lovett."

    A slam of the door. And to conclude, footsteps clacking away.

    You released yourself from that horrendous position,  slapping your back against the grainy wall as you watched Sweeney approach you after grabbing a stray cloth.. He squatted down to reach your level to wipe your back dry. An attempt to romantically lock eyes with him failed. The barber's eyes, averted from your gaze, were fixed on your forehead...

    Where he gently kissed.

    "I don't think I'll be replacing that gown, love."

another night of no hot & steamy sex with love like no other 🥰

Steamy Pt. 2

yall Perfect Man Jungkook can get it 🤤

Genre: college!au, smut Pairing: college!Jungkook x reader Warnings: cunnilingus again you guys. Jungkook is a man that loves to deliver, but trust that the next part is gonna get juicy & exhibitionsm 😜 Summary: After your first encounter with Jungkook, he now officially wants to take you on a date. You don’t make it out of the house in time for Jimin’s friends not to see you, but that’s okay because Jungkook is waiting for you outside to take you on a very tame outdoor picnic…or so you thought. 

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ITS FINALLY HEREEEEEEEEE

Steamy Pt. 3 | jjk

Genre: college!au, smut, fluff Pairing: college!jungkook x reader Warnings: ass play, oral sex (m receiving), dirty talk (dom!jungkook), and ya know, sex.  Word Count: 5.4k Summary: Jungkook has wanted his way with you since that night in the bathroom. Now that he’s had you, partially in public, he’s craving more. He drags you back to his apartment to finally show you how he really feels through his actions and words. He leaves you feeling breathless in more ways than one. 

Author’s Note: Jungkook ended up being equal parts a dom and a fluffy boy in this one. I apologize 😂

Steamy Pt. 1 | Steamy Pt. 2 

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Bet it’s really fun in there.. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aX2U6hPb5zc

*inhales*

OH MY FUCKIN HOLY AND DEAR GOD I AM SO DEAD OMGGG I LOVED IT SOOOOOO BAD I WAS SCREAMING IRL, GOD, MY STOMACH WAS FILLED WITH BUTTERFLIES MAN❤️💖💖❤️💕💕💖❤️💕💖

Request: Could you make something for horney SvenVoir?

Answer: Sure! They’re side characters, which means that nailing their characterization is difficult, but I’m willing to give it a shot. I made this into a “sparking of emotions that they thought would be unrequited” type of a thing, because I think that admitting feeling would be difficult for Dark Disciples. 

Tags: @katrindiesithfrau

Anyways, I hope that you like this ^_^

Pairing:  Svenkin Gatar x  Sivoir Snyle

Warnings: nsfw, sex, semi-public/public

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29- Sweat for Timothee

Micro Story Prompt

This was supposed to be a micro story, but I got a little carried away. Written from female reader first person POV.

Sweat

Smut, oral, unprotected p-in-v sex; minors DNI

"The boys invited me to play some basketball. Want to come along and be my cheerleader?" Timothée asked. He came up behind me in the kitchen and kissed my cheek as I washed the dishes.

"No, that's okay. Go enjoy time with your friends." The thought of some alone time was truly appealing. I recently bought some undereye gel patches that I really wanted to try out. Those plus a nice soak in the tub sounded delightful.

"But baby, it's been over a month since I was last home," he whined.

"Exactly why you should go hang out with them. You've been with me 24/7 for the past week since you've been back in town. We will both survive a few hours apart, I promise." I turned and grabbed a towel to dry my hands.

"Please, babe?" Timothée put on his irresistible pouty face that I always fall for hook, line, and sinker. And he knows it.

"Oh, alright. Let me go get dressed," I replied with a resigned tone.

The master manipulator grinned. I quickly twisted up the towel to playfully pop him on the back of the leg as I passed by. Can't let him get too cocky. I got a lot of satisfaction from his cute little yelp.

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I don't find watching sports all that entertaining, but I figured it would at least give me some time to hammer away at some fanfiction I've been stuck on while I sat in the bleachers.

I was so wrong.

After we arrived, I was soon distracted by how fluidly Timothée moved on the court. His lanky body bobbed and weaved through his buddies' advances effortlessly. It was almost like a choreographed dance. I also noticed how the sheen of sweat he built up endowed him with an other-worldly glow in the sunlight.

About 30 minutes later, he jogged over to me and held his hand out.

"I'm thirsty."

"So am I," I blurted out without thinking. "I mean, uh, yeah, of course, it's warm out. Here." Flustered and blushing, I handed Timothée his water bottle. He raised an eyebrow and then broke out into a boyish grin, obviously picking up on what I didn't mean to say.

"Enjoying yourself, then?"

"You're just a better player than I thought is all."

"Uh huh, okayyyy," he dragged out in obvious sarcasm. He bent down so that his mouth was level with my ear and whispered, "I'll make you glad you came." He pulled back and winked, then trotted back to the court after handing his bottle back to me.

I stared after Timothée slack-jawed and slowly released the breath that I didn't even know I was holding. If we weren't in public, I would have jumped him right then. A fact of which he was well aware, judging by the smirks and winks he sent my way as he ran by.

When the game was over and goodbyes were shared, we walked to Timothée's car and headed home. The inside of the car was quickly overpowered by the musky smell of his sweat and pheremones. I felt a familiar heat begin to grow between my legs when he laid his hand on my thigh as he drove. The 20-minute trip was sheer agony.

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"Shower. Now," I demanded as we entered the apartment. I was so needy that I couldn't even form complete sentences. I began stripping my clothes off before the door was even locked behind us. Timothée quickly followed suit, never taking his eyes off my naked form. I straddled his waist and crossed my arms behind his neck as he picked me up and carried me to the bathroom. He fumbled with the shower curtain and faucet, not bothering to break from our sloppy kissing to see what he was doing.

Timothée set me down on the bathroom counter while we waited for the water to heat. His mouth moved hungrily over my body, first to my neck, then across my chest down to that sweet space between my legs. He teasingly peppered my inner thighs with light kisses until I was a whining mess. He slipped a finger between my folds and into my heated core. It easily glided in and out because of how wet I was already.

"You were thirsty," he growled.

"Still am," I panted.

Timothée's eyes darkened as if I had issued him a challenge. He hiked one of my legs up so my knee rested over his shoulder and dove face first between my legs. His flattened tongue licked a stripe from my hole to my clit, all while looking up at me. I threw my head back and released a keening cry in response, which encouraged him to keep going. He suckled the sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue languidly pushing in and out of my hole every few seconds in order to change up the sensation. I was soon sent over the edge. Every nerve in my body was on fire as Timothée slowly worked his mouth back up the earlier path until he reached my lips again.

"I think the shower is ready," he whispered in my ear, which sent shivers down my heated body. He helped me off the counter and followed me to the edge of the tub. I could feel him throbbing against my hip as I tested the water and adjusted the temp.

We stepped into the tub and I set to work lathering him up, paying particular attention to his sensitive areas. He lost it when I gently scraped my fingernails along his inner thigh. The next thing I knew, he spun me around and bent me over, barely taking time to line up his pulsing length with my entrance before pushing in. We both moaned at the sensation. He reached around my hip to massage my clit as he pushed in and out, aggressively chasing climaxes for us both. I came first, already sensitive from the earlier round. The sensation of my walls clamping around him sent Timothée over the edge almost immediately. We both cried out in unison. Once he was spent, he grabbed my breasts and stomach and gently pulled me back to standing. I felt his chest heaving against my back as he rested his head in the crook of my neck. We let the water flow over us for a few silent moments, taking comfort in each other's touch.

"Told you I would make you glad you came," Timothée mumbled into neck.

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Is he an evil plotting villainous freak that hates you or is he just flirting? 🤔

oh i like that

Can I request you bouncing on Daddy Hoseoks thigh while he uses his phone, and he doesn’t pay attention so you get off of his thigh but before you can he grabs you and takes care of you (if you can, can reader be wearing his shirt with nothing under) I love your writing sm - 🍪

surely he's doing this on purpose! there's no way he can ignore you like this...

hoseok was texting someone and was completely disregarding all of your whines and quiet pleads while you bounce up and down on his left thigh. he wasn't paying attention even though you've tried everything.

you've tried snatching his phone away, but that only resulted to him giving you a harsh, intimidating glance.

you've tried the poking method, where you poke everywhere to annoy him and to finally give you attention, but it just didn't work.

you've tried pleading with your own voice, calling him daddy because you knew for sure that he couldn't resist that. but no, it didn't work either.

but you have one more trick up your sleeve. you bite your lip to prevent yourself from giggling before you started to move your hips slowly. you release a quiet, little moan, your bare cunt rubbing against the rough material of his black ripped jeans.

"daddy," you mewl, pouting, "please notice me, a-ahh..." you grab onto your boobs firmly, feeling your nipples harden beneath his t-shirt. "daddy—oh!"

without expecting it at all, hoseok lifts you up and slams you back down on the couch. you gawk at him with big, round eyes, scared of how he was staring at you so demeaningly. "my baby, so impatient aren't you?" he grins. "and who told you to get off on my thigh, hm?"

you huff, "'cuz daddy's not paying attention to me."

"ohh, I see, I'm sorry about that baby girl," he says with a soft tone. he hovers down until he sees your bare wet cunt. you buck your hips up in need, making him chuckle. "you want daddy to take care of you, is that it?"

you nod frantically.

"yeah?" he brings two his fingers to spread your labia apart, seeing your wet entrance clench and unclench around thin air. the sight made hoseok's cock throb painfully, licking his dry lips. "mm, you want my tongue or my fingers?"

"anything, daddy," you groan impatiently, "just m-make me feel—ohhh!"

hoseok doesn't wait any further to lick your cunt from your pulsing hole and up to your clit, collecting your arousal on his tongue. he grunts from the way you taste, immediately getting addicted. he licks another bold stripe, humming in satisfaction from the way your body twitches.

"you're such a naughty girl," he whispers, thumb brushing against your clit, "even wearing my shirt and nothing else. huh, you really want daddy's attention, don't you?"

"mhm," you nod, hands grasping his hair so you can have something to hold onto. hoseok immediately sucks on your delicate bundle of nerves, licking and flicking his tongue in the process. he knows how to work his mouth on you, making you feel like you were in heaven. "daddy, m-more," you begged, "need more.."

hoseok pulls back with a loud pop, making you shiver. he lifts your shirt, well, his shirt up and removing it from your delicate body before he attaches his lips around your nipple.

"mmm, da... daddy," you whine, "stop teasing!"

"oh, baby," he whispers, "you've kinda been an impatient little brat earlier, I think I should punish —"

"— but you're not giving me any attention!" you blurt out without thinking twice.

"oh," he quirks a brow up, a devilish grin plastered on his face, "you want attention? fine," without any warning whatsoever, he inserts his middle and index finger inside your dripping cunt, making you gasp and quiver beneath him, "daddy's gonna give you the attention you fuckin need, baby."

yoongi with glasses. that’s it. that’s the post.

Yoongi: "Don't be such a brat.” [m]

Prompt request by anon: Suga

#27- “Don’t be such a brat”

#30 - “You really know what you’re doing to me, huh?”

Warning: mature language, BOSS!yoongi, spanking, lil choking up in da house

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Your heart was thumping as you walked towards the hallway of the penthouse, going straight to Yoongi’s office. You were wearing your favorite pink silk robe and your hair was tied in a bun.

Being in a relationship with someone who’s very busy 24/7 was harder than you thought. Yoongi would sometimes not talk to you if he had a bad day, and he’ll let out his frustrations on you. You thought that it was fine because you were technically helping him out. But sometimes you thought it wasn’t fair.

You were feeling extra horny tonight, and it’s been a whole one and a half weeks since he’s ever touched you. Just the thought of him sucking you out with his long, skillful tongue of his made your legs tremble as you were walking. Your hands quivered as you touched the silver doorknob, twisting it open.

Yoongi was there sitting at his chair, notebooks and papers were scattered around his matte black desk. His eyebrows were furrowed as he was typing on his laptop furiously. As a boss, Yoongi was the type to finish everything up whenever time he wants, and he’ll do it in a snap of his fingers. He had told you to never interrupt him when he’s working, but tonight you were feeling something different.

You wanted to try something new.

As you closed the door behind you, his eyes snapped up to look at yours. His eyes scanned your body up and down as your back immediately felt shivers. “Baby.” You greeted him with a smile. He just replied with a hum, focusing back on his work.

“It’s almost eleven, sweet. Can you finish that tomorrow?”

He didn’t reply, only scribbling some more complicated notes on his disarranged papers. You sighed, having the nerves to walk towards him, teasing him by bending down onto his desk and leaning your head with your right hand. His eyes pierced up at you while he smirked, “Don’t try me, babygirl. You don’t know what you’re doing.”

As unoriginal at it may sound, but that petname made your body tingle. The sight before you was heavenly; his black button up slightly undone with his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing how his biceps flexed and the veins on his arms and hands prominent. His black hair was pushed back, one side slightly covering his eyes while he has his glasses almost down to the tip of his nose.

His presence made you bite your lower lip, your legs tremble just a little. You wanted him so bad.

You stood up straight, slowly walking around his desk, going behind his chair. Once your eyes glanced on the screen of his laptop, you almost stopped yourself from teasing him as you saw how busy he really was. But you pushed that thought back and smiled to yourself, you wanted to have fun with him tonight.

“Yoongi…” You whispered behind him. Your hands started to travel down the leather chair, and down to his broad shoulders. You felt how tense it was as you started to massage it, noticing how his eyes fluttered close on the screen of his laptop. You lifted your head closer to his ears and whispered as seductively as you could,

“Please, baby, I want you.”

It surprised you as he didn’t react at all, shoving your hands away with his shoulders moving back. It didn’t shock you to the point that you were offended, though. You knew he wasn’t going to let you go easily.

He moved closer to his desk, pushing himself with the chair while adjusting his black framed glasses back up. The sight made you close your legs tightly, trying to gain friction while surpassing a moan from your throat. You regained yourself and stood straight up, moving towards his side, leaning your back to the edge of his desk, your hands on your lap. Doing this you accidentally sat on a few of his papers and the made the others fall down. Your eyes widen, not knowing what will happen next.

His eyes immediately locked on yours, piercing through it intensely. You opened your mouth, trying to explain yourself but no words came out. “Are you gonna do something about it?” He asked, his voice raspy and deep. He sighed and let his whole body lean back on his seat, looking at your body up and down while licking his lips. You bit your lip– he looked so hot.

“Come.” He said, raising up his hand to do a ‘come here’ motion. You walked towards him slowly, intimidated by his stare. Once your knees touched his own, he tapped his lap, signaling you to sit on it. Your stomach was turning, feeling more aroused than ever. It’s funny how he can do seriously nothing and still make you turned on.

You hesitated for a bit and sat on his lap carefully, “Fuck.” you mumbled quietly. His hands grabbed your hips tightly, making you gasp. He smirked slightly, satisfied with your reaction. One of his hand went up to your sides, rubbing slowly. Moving up to the valley of your breasts until it touched your neck. It took all of your strength to not grind on his lap then and there. He wrapped his huge hand around your throat, gripping it tightly, just the way you liked it. He moved closer to your lips, lightly brushing it with his, teasing you. He moved to your right ear, whispering.

“You really know what you’re doing to me, huh?” After he said that, you immediately grind yourself down at him, hard. “Yoongi, please.” You begged, sighing. He shook his head and tighten the grip on your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. You released a strained moan, grinding faster. But a second later, he pushed you away from himself, making you stumble back a bit. He continued his work a mere second later.

You felt exhausted, betrayed even. But that didn’t make you stop as he would think. That made you even more hyped, excited, and naughty.

‘Fine’, you thought, ‘we’re playing a game of revenge, then.’

You stood there for a second, thinking of what you could do to get back at him. Then, you remembered an idea.

You seductively walked towards the door, walking out and probably leaving him confused. You giggled to yourself as you walked to your fridge, grabbing a small bucket of strawberry ice cream and a spoon. Removing the cap, you ate a spoonful of the cold dessert.

Once you were back on his office, you had the spoon in your mouth, reminding yourself to look innocent as you can. He looked at what you were doing and raised one of his eyebrows a little. You shrugged in reply, smirking to yourself.

You walked up to him in front of his desk once again, behind his laptop. “You want?” You asked as if nothing had happened minutes earlier.

He dropped his pen down and leaned back down on his chair, “Sure.”

You smiled sweetly, coming up to him. He knew something was a bit off.

You stood in front of him, scooping a spoonful of ice cream from the tub, leaning slightly down to place it in front of his mouth. He looked at your eyes and opened his mouth, capturing the sweet dessert in his mouth. Why does he make it look so hot?

“More?” You asked, him nodding in reply, grinning just a little. Here goes.

You sat down on his lap, both of your legs dangling in between his thighs. You scooped another spoonful and slowly positioning it in front of him. But as he was about to open his mouth, you instantly moved your hand lower down to his exposed chest, flipping the spoon over and letting the cold substance hit his chest.

The immediate coldness made him throw his head back, letting out a loud groan, his muscles flexing.

“O-oh, fuck…” his eyes fluttered close as you dragged your spoon lower, smearing the coldness down his chest.

You giggled, loving his reaction. You were too much enjoying yourself as you didn’t notice Yoongi lifting his head back up, staring at you with complete outrage. He gripped your wrist tight, making you drop your spoon. “Yoongi, I-I…”

“Shut up.” He growled, slapping the bucket out of your other hand. With one hand, he grasped both of your wrists together tightly. You tried to get out of his hold but his strength restricted from you escaping. His free hand came to clean the ice cream from his chest, collecting it with his two fingers. He placed it in front of your face, pink cream spread all over, making you shiver with excitement.

“Suck.”

You opened your mouth and he pushed his fingers in. You noticed him bite his lip as you sucked and licked all over his fingers, looking directly at him innocently. “Mhmm…” you moaned, releasing his fingers with a pop.

“You really don’t give up, do you?” He darkly said, eyes squinting at you as he lifted you away from his lap, standing with you. With both of your wrist still enclosed in his hand, he made you bend down on his desk, pinning your hands up.

“My little girl doesn’t listen, huh?” He said from behind. His hand moving towards the valley of your back and down to the hem of your silk robe, pushing it up to your back, revealing your ass.

You felt his hand on your right cheek, massaging it a little making you moan. He bent down over you, his front resting a little on your back, feeling his rock-hard cock on your heat. His lips near your ear as he started to suck the skin behind it. You felt him removing your underwear down, licking his lips when he saw how wet you are. You were soaking. Immediately he whispered,

“Don’t be such a brat.”

He slapped the skin on your ass hard, over and over, making your body quiver and shake. “Are you proud teasing me, huh?” He massaged it further, squeezing it and continued to slap his large hand over the skin. Your body was bolting forwards and you were a moaning mess under him.

“P-please, Yoongi.” You begged, but that made him spank you even harder, now moving onto your other ass cheek. “That’s not my name.”

“S-sir. Sir, p-please. Just fuck me.”

Yoongi cock twitched as he smirked. He flipped you over, removing your robe and unclasping your bra.

“You’ve been a bad girl, sweet. You’re gonna get some punishments tonight.”

a/n: it’s been a long time since I’ve made something nsfw lol. to that anon that requested, I hope you liked it! 

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Wish this was me right now. Angel dust is such a tease and sweetheart at the same time, lord jesus 💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️💋❣️

Hi!! I was wondering if I could request Angel Dust x inexperienced! reader where Angel teaches reader how to properly kiss? This can be a mix of both a little spicy yet fluffy thank you!!!!❤️❤️❤️

Hiya sweetheart! Here ya go! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Angel Dust teaching an inexperienced s/o how to kiss

tags: fluffy, slightly spicy/smutty, implied masc reader but still gn!, friends to lovers, kissing, making out, grinding || Minors don't interact, please!

"Gosh, sweetheart, yer shakin' like a leaf," Angel brushes his hair back. "Sure ya wanna do this? Not gonna force ya." He squeezes your hand, stroking his thumb across your knuckles. You're sat facing one another on Angel's plush bed, both dressed in comfy clothing. He's wearing black shorts with an oversized flushed pink off-the-shoulder tee and long striped socks.

Vehemently, you shake your head, reaching to take his hand in yours. The air is thick and hot, a palpable humidity that clings to your skin in a sickly sweet way. The knot of anxiety in your stomach twists and turns, watching with apprehensive eyes as Angel slowly crawls across the pink sheets until his hot breath fans against your slightly parted lips. He parts his legs, kneeling with you between his legs.

One set of arms carefully grasps your chin, the second stroking up and down your shoulders and arms, and the third are settled politely on your hips. You feel like you're floating already and he's barely touched you, already a bit overwhelmed with his gentle caresses.

Angel softly nuzzles your nose. "Yer so fuckin' cute, baby. I'm honored ya picked little ol' me." His smile is genuine, stroking your hair softly. "'M gonna kiss ya now, okay? Hmm?" He hums, inches from your mouth. "Gimme yer words, baby, need'ta hear ya."

"Yes," you gasp. Angel slots his mouth to yours slowly, pulling back shortly after. When you don't disengage he dives back in again, lips molded against yours. Like they were made to be together. Fuck, he's wanted to do this forever.

Carefully, Angel lifts you up into his arms, falling back onto his plush pillows with you on top of him. Gasping he pulls away from your divine lips, a string of saliva linking both your tongues. "Still okay?" There's a certain sparkle in his eyes you haven't seen before. Eagerly you nod, bowing at the waist to claim his lips with yours again. Letting out a soft moan, Angel pants heavily, the hands on your hips slowly tugging you along his hardening cock already staining the black fabric with precum.

Sucking in harshly, Angel collects you with all sets of his arms to push you back into the pillows. He towers over you, one of his hands linking with yours and pressing your knuckles into the sheets. His hips roll against you, gasping. He's throbbing so fuckin' hard, sweat clinging to his skin, and it's getting harder for him to think coherently.

Angel whimpers softly when your hand presses to the outline of his bulge. He quickly grasps your hand and tugs it away. "Tonight's about you, baby, don't worry about me, 'kay?" He stares down at you. Fuck, you look amazing. Smiling up at him with your kiss-bitten lips and rapidly rising and falling chest. You're holding his hands so lovingly, beaming up at him like he hung the fuckin stars in the sky. His undead heart soars at how sweet you are for him.

Your voice is soft when you speak. "I'd like to. If you're comfortable with it." He all but groans with the thought of your mouth wrapped around his cock. He's gonna bust in his shorts if he's not careful.

"Sweets, I want nothing more than ta show you how much I love ya." Slowly, Angel returns your hand to his dick, gasping with a pleased shudder. He covers your hand with his, showing you how he likes to be touched. This night certainly took an interesting turn of events. Not that you'd find Angel complaining.

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Hide and Seek

Heart racing, you gently eased the closet door shut, nestling yourself deeper inside of it. With a hand pressed over your mouth to stifle your breaths, you strained to hear any approaching footsteps.

Silence enveloped the room, and you allowed yourself to breathe a soft sigh of relief. This was a good hiding spot, you thought to yourself. Surely, he’ll never find–

“Oh, darling! Where are you?”

Your hand instinctively shot back to cover your mouth. Shit, how did he know to look for you in this room?

You held your breath, listening intently. Before long, you heard it: the slow, deliberate approach of footsteps. Each one seemed to echo the pounding of your heart as you braced yourself for the closet doors to be flung open.

Yet, it never happened. Instead, three soft knocks on the closet's doors signaled his presence on the other side. You pressed farther back into the closet, trying desperately to remain unnoticed, but it was too late.

“There you are!” Alastor's voice rang out as he swung open both doors. As light flooded into the cramped space, you met his gaze, a mix of annoyance and amusement crossing your features

“Alastor!” you scolded in a hushed tone, careful not to attract further attention. “You cheater, how did you find me?”

With a chuckle, the Radio Demon grinned wider as he leaned against the door frame.

“Why, darling, I simply followed the sound of your beating heart. It led me right to you. Quite the delightful melody, if I do say so myself.”

You couldn't help but roll your eyes at him, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed any irritation you might've felt. “Alright, Romeo, fair enough,” you quipped as you stood up, brushing off your clothes.

Alastor responded with a playful wink, extending his hand towards you as an offer to help you out of the closet. You accepted, feeling a subtle thrill course through you as your fingers intertwined. It was a sensation that had become familiar, one that never failed to stir something within you. Just as you were about to comment on it, the moment was abruptly cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps.

In an instant, Alastor swiftly pushed you back into the closet, joining you inside before you could even react.

The confined space of the closet felt even smaller with both of you squeezed inside, pressed close together to accommodate for the lack of room. In the dim light, your gaze met Alastor's, and he placed a finger to his lips, motioning for you to remain quiet. You nodded, your heart fluttering ever so slightly not just from the fear of being discovered but also from his proximity.

Still, you waited, holding your breath. Each second seemed to stretch into eternity, but after a moment, you heard someone gingerly enter the room. It wasn't unexpected, but what caught you off guard was the sudden voice that shattered the stillness.

“Hello? Is anyone in here?” Charlie called out, her tone carrying a playful curiosity.

Alastor, ever perceptive, sensed the gasp rising in your throat. With a swift movement, his hands slid to your sides, pulling you even closer to him. His lips hovered just inches away from yours, barely brushing against them as he whispered, “Stay calm, my dear.”

For a moment, you forgot about the game, about the risk of being caught. As Charlie's voice lingered in the air, Alastor's grip on you tightened subtly, sending a delightful cascade of shivers down your spine. The way he held your gaze was both unnerving and intoxicating, and you felt yourself melting as his fingers began tracing the curve of your sides, leaving a tingling warmth in their wake.

In turn, your own hands sought solace in the fabric of his suit, fingers curling around the material. As you leaned into his embrace, you purposefully brushed your lips against his again in an almost kiss, and a low, deep hum rumbled from within Alastor’s chest.

You could feel his frustration, palpable even with the scant distance separating you. It was a gap neither of you could ensure for a moment longer.

But reality came crashing back down as Charlie’s voice pierced through the silence again.

“Hello! I know somebody’s in here!” She said, her presence looming larger as she continued to search the room. Her movements became increasingly frantic as she searched behind curtains and under the bed, leaving you with the unsettling certainty that the closet would be her next target.

Glancing back at Alastor, you were somewhat surprised to find his gaze still fixed solely on you, seemingly unconcerned with Charlie's search outside. His hands suddenly left your sides, and you found yourself missing his touch. But before you could dwell on the absence for long, they found a new resting place, cradling the back of your head with a possessiveness that both startled and thrilled you.

Without warning, he closed the gap between you, his lips crashing against yours in a kiss that bordered on primal. It was a stark departure from his usual gentleness, leaving you momentarily bewildered by the sudden intensity. Yet as the kiss deepened, any thoughts of protest were quickly swept away by the overwhelming heat rising between you.

Eagerly, you opened your mouth for him, craving the sensation of his claim, and claim you he did. Pulling your hair back as if he couldn’t get close enough, his tongue brushed against yours, sending waves of pleasure that shot through your veins, setting every nerve ablaze with desire. Lost in the dizzying sensation, your body acted on its own accord as it arched into his touch, your bodies melding together seamlessly. Each curve and contour fit together perfectly, as if they were two halves of the same whole.

As the moment's intensity threatened to peak, you suddenly heard the soft creak of the outside door opening. Your heart lurched in your chest, and you instinctively pulled away from Alastor, eyes wide as you fixated on the crack of the closet door, where a sliver of light seeped through.

Alastor, however, remained unperturbed. His lips trailed kisses across your jaw, his hands returning to your sides with a firm grip that pooled your insides with warmth. Despite the interruption, you found yourself melting into his touch, your arms wrapping around his neck as you surrendered to his desires, even as a part of your mind remained on high alert.

“Hey, did you find anyone?” Vaggie’s voice rang out.

The sound of her footsteps drew closer, accompanied by Charlie's response. “No luck yet, Vaggie. But I'm sure they're hiding somewhere around here.”

“Did you check the closet?”

The innocent question sliced through the air like a blade, catching you off guard. Every fiber of your being urged you to break away from Alastor, to regain control of the situation before it spiraled further out of hand. But as you struggled to gather your thoughts, Alastor's lips crashed against yours once more, effectively drowning out your protests.

“Alastor,” you whispered urgently against his mouth, your attempts to push him away met with stubborn resistance. Despite your efforts, he remained as sturdy as a brick wall, his fervent kiss consuming you with an intensity that left you powerless to resist.

“I didn’t!” Charlie gasped, and in the next instant, the unmistakable sound of their approach shattered any remaining pleasure you felt. Desperation flooded through you as you attempted to push Alastor away once more, but he only seemed to draw impossibly nearer, enveloping you in an almost suffocating embrace as his tongue boldly invited itself into your mouth.

This is it, you thought. You’d never hear the end of being caught in such an embarrassing situation. You could already feel heat rushing to your cheeks as you struggled between surrendering to Alastor’s intoxicating taste and preserving your dignity.

Bracing yourself for the inevitable, you tightly shut your eyes.

However, embarrassment never came. Instead, you felt a sudden shift, like being caught in a whirlwind of energy. Colors blurred and twisted around you, and for a fleeting moment, it felt as if your very essence was being pulled apart at the seams. Then, just as suddenly as it began, the sensation ceased, and you found yourself standing in Alastor’s radio tower, his hands still resting upon you.

“You're such a cheater!” You playfully scolded, giving his shoulder a gentle nudge with your hand.

“Cheater? Me?” Alastor replied with mock innocence, his grin widening as he shrugged nonchalantly. “I merely... bent the rules to my advantage.”

With a shake of your head, you chuckled softly, finding it impossible to stay upset with him for too long. “Well, you certainly have a knack for bending them,” you commented with a smile.

“Would you prefer that I bend you?”

Alastor's remark sent your heart racing, your cheeks warming at the implication. Emboldened by the rush of adrenaline, you closed the distance between you, your fingertips lightly grazing his cheeks as you brought your lips tantalizingly close to his.

“Maybe I would,” you replied, the words barely a whisper. Alastor chuckled softly, his breath warm against your skin as his hand slipped to the small of your back.

“Well then, my dear,” he murmured, his voice a low, seductive whisper. “Let's see just how much you can handle.”